Page 90 of The Friend Zone Fiasco

In three days, she's going to be my wife.

And after that—

Who the fuck knows what the future holds? Whatever it is, I know I want to be there with her.

When I catch my breath, I untie her; I wrap my arms around her; I hold her close.

She sinks into me. "Can we do that again tomorrow?"

"First stop when we get into Maui?" Is it technically an elopement if we planned the whole thing? I'm not sure. I don't care. I'm too giddy to care about other details.

"After the ceremony?"

"You can wait that long?" I ask.

"Good point." She reaches back and intertwines her fingers with mine. "Besides, we both know what we have to do after the ceremony."

"Dive into the Pacific?"

"In our wedding gear," she says.

"And strip it off and fuck right there."

"Even better."